Lyrics The Good Stuff - Cyrus

They got me tripping on a bottle of the good stuff
They got me feeling like I can never stop
I've been listening to "Old School New Love"
Got me feeling like "hey, where's the time?"
They've been wondering like "where you goin'?"
But I only know, oh, oh
How to show my soul, hey

It's that music is where I am suppose to be in bed now
But I am inspired, got my lighter tipped upside down
Got me feeling like I am never going to stop, baby
Said If you need a break, I recommend you watch, lady
It's that teacher said that I wouldn't do shit music
Turn around speak to the kids hit music
Tell'em to never give a fuck about what a hater say
And that goes out to anybody even if it's me

I never went to after high school
I think they call it college, I just called it high school
Only spent my time smokin', only spent my time drinkin'
Only spent my time and now I treat my Mondays like the weekends
That's called following dreams, that's called following me
And this is coming from the complicated kid in the seats
Tell the shallow, it ain't deep
Tell the blind, that they can see
And tell the sober in the room, that they should probably grab a drink, yeah

They got me tripping on a bottle of the good stuff
They got me feeling like I can never stop
I've been listening to "Old School New Love"
Got me feeling like "hey, where's the time?"
They've been wondering like "where you goin'?"
But I only know, oh, oh
How to show my soul, hey

Look, look, look never quit you day job unless you're craft make money
And never drop out unless you falling for somebody
And that person is "you", and those checks is getting cleared
And never make a promise if you're lying to you peers
Look, I haven't been the best example
And my grandfather would kill me if he knew I gambled
See he had a problem and I got many too
But the only thing that breaks even is too many "U's"
And I don't like those odds, I'm tryin' to win, homie
Only question asked now a days is "when?", homie
Like play that song I'm trying to get that shit again, homie
You swear that you made that, man you gonna make that grams, homie
Like yeah, I put that on my gramps, homie
And If my father was around he'd be like "damn, how you've grown into a man!"
They got me tripping off a bottle

They got me tripping on a bottle of the good stuff
They got me feeling like I can never stop
I've been listening to "Old School New Love"
Got me feeling like "hey, where's the time?"
They've been wondering like "where you goin'?"
But I only know, oh, oh
How to show my soul, hey

When we stop, we stop, we go
And when we rock, we rock, we roll
And when we feel, we feel so good
And when we do, we always do our best baby
When we stop, we stop, we go
And when we rock, we rock, we roll
And when we feel, we feel so good
And when we do, we always do our best baby, yeah

They got me tripping on a bottle of the good stuff
They got me feeling like I can never stop
I've been listening to "Old School New Love"
Got me feeling like "hey, where's the time?"
They've been wondering like "where you goin'?"
But I only know, oh, oh
How to show my soul, hey, yeah

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